Scömìche One-Shots

No Charge

Just pretend that last one shot didn't happen okay? Okay here's a happy one shot to make up for it

"1$ = 1 kiss on the cheek, 2$ for me to kiss yours. All money goes to Cancer Research" The paper sign said, and Scott read it with an amused expression. He had been going home from work when he had noticed a charity fair down the street, and couldn't control his curiosity. He had pulled up, parked, and now had a bright yellow sticker on his checkered shirt that read 'I'm against cancer!' The color was a bit too neon for Scott's taste, but other than that he liked it.

He was having a good time so far, doing activities and surprisingly for him, Scott genuinely felt like this wasn't a scam for money, because just being here and talking to some patients and having fun seemed to be enough for the people running the fair.

Of course, some of the things required money, some things asked that you donate money, one booth inside the building asked you to pledge money if you didn't have any on you, and some, like this one in particular, tempted you to give money.

No doubt about it, the man standing behind the booth was just plain sexy. He looked to be around Scott's age, with defined cheekbones and snatched eyebrows. His dark hair was swooped to the side in a small fringe, and he had this look about him that made him seem just naturally sassy with an ever present smirk on his face that just by glancing at it you could tell it fit his personality 100%.

Scott's first thought was: I have to get in line. Who wouldn't want to? Thankfully but also surprisingly, only 6 or 7 people were in front of him, the majority of them girls. Except 2 people ahead of Scott was a tall man with glasses and a collared shirt. He was on his phone, but was obviously anxious to get to the front of the line. Scott eyed him with speculation but made no move to go near him. He stood his ground in line and dug around in his pocket for cash. He didn't carry extra money around ever, really, but he knew a booth probably didn't have a place to swipe your card and he hadn't bothered to find an ATM. He found a dollar and nothing else. He sighed but was glad he would at least get to momentarily kiss the man that had caught his attention.

After about 10 minutes, it was time for the man 2 places in front of Scott to get his kiss, and Scott eyed the scene warily. He didn't like the looks of the man in the least. "Hey, I'm Paul. I've got 5 dollars and chapstick, why don't you pucker up those sweet lips and let me show you a real kiss?" The man said. The guy behind the booth scowled and crossed his arms.

"Don't talk to me that way, and get the hell away from me. This is for charity, not some place where you can go around looking for people to kiss. I wouldn't want to kiss you anyways," The shorter man shot at him. He was small, but Scott had to admit he had balls.

The dickhead man looked furious and taken aback. He grabbed the other man's shirt and that was when the girl in front of Scott decided to step out of line and hurry away. That was also when Scott decided to intervene and grabbed the jerk's shoulder, shoving him backwards.

"Fuck off," Scott said, staring straight into the man's gray eyes with his own blue ones.

"You can't tell me what to do," The man said, sneering as he tried to push Scott's hand off. Scott held tight, and mentally congratulated himself momentarily for going to the gym every morning for 2 weeks. Scott pushed him away from the booth.

"Get out of here," Scott said, eyeing the man with disgust until he walked away muttering under his breath. Scott turned to the guy who didn't look shaken, just irritated. Scott could only hope that 'Paul' was the main source of irritation.

"Thanks for that. I'm Mitch by the way," Mitch said.

"I'm Scott," He replied.

Mitch leaned forward and grabbed the collar of Scott's shirt, pulling him forward towards him. "Now you, Scott, on the other hand, are someone I do want to kiss. And not just on the cheek." Scott felt his cheeks brighten and he couldn't tell if people were staring or just didn't care; his eyes were locked on Mitch's soft, plump lips.

"I- I only have 1$," Scott stuttered. Mitch grinned and bit his lip.

"No charge," He murmured as he pressed his mouth to Scott's. Scott felt a hand in his back pocket, and he didn't have to check to know that it was Mitch's number.